Lo, the blossom to the Bee Yields not more than thou to me-- Food for love to live upon When the summer days are gone, Poorer than they come, to find What was sweetest, left behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE BANNOCKBURN by ROBERT BURNS METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK |